002: [Location: The cantina] A girl and her dog in a Mexican bar.

[thecheerleader]

Claire walked into the cantina with Mr. Muggles trailing close behind, and was surprised to find that it was empty. Nathan had more or less taken ownership of the place after it had followed him to Taxon from Patzcuaro. When she was looking for him, she usually found him there, drinking or sitting with a folder of notes, planning out moves that

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[Location: The Cantina]

[the_flyingman]

Nathan came into The Cantina with customary folder and need for a few beers. Maybe being around this much alcohol all the time was going to start to be a problem eventually, but as far as he could tell, it wasn't just yet. Plus, he was comfortable here. Save for the occasional person deciding to walk in, it was just about always quiet.

Except for now. He'd had just enough time to recognize that barking without even looking. Nathan turned his head towards Mr. Muggles, and wondered just why he was surprised to see the dog sitting there.

And why he was more surprised at seeing Claire trying to mix drinks. "... You want to tell me what you're attempting to make, or..." He said slowly, biting back a smile. It didn't look like it was going particularly well. But he could always be wrong.

[thecheerleader]

She didn't want to ask Nathan for help. There was alcohol involved, clearly he knew how to do it. Nevermind the fact that he couldn't hold his tequila as well as he thought he did, because they were never speaking about that again. The reminders might have been all over the place, but she liked forgetting how he'd tried to fly drunk, and just how badly that had gone. "I've got it," she assured him, shaking her head.

Okay, maybe she didn't, but it wasn't important. She wasn't going to drink it, anyway. He could though, if he was feeling adventurous. "Back to work?" Leave it to Nathan to turn a bar into an office.

[the_flyingman]

"Something like that." Nathan nodded, setting the folder down on a table. "Just working out a few theories." And he was about to sit down and start on exactly that when he realized what Claire was mixing together. It didn't exactly look safe. In fact, it looked like sniffing it would singe nose hairs.

"Claire..." He went around behind the bar. "What were you trying to make?" He looked in the glass, sniffed it very slightly, and cringed. "And who were you trying to kill with it?"

[thecheerleader]

"What kind of theories?" She looked up at him expectantly, waiting to see if he'd been working on finding a way out. He'd mentioned trying to fly up and out, but she hadn't seem him try anything like that. It was the kind of thing he was more likely to do when she wasn't around.

"...Something strong?"

[notantichrist]

Sam was bored. He was afraid that was going to be a common thing around here and quite frankly it made him nearly giddy. He hadn't been bored in ages because he'd been too busy hunting things, trying to save Dean or mourning Dean. None of those things were really applicable here. It was awesome.

So in his boredom, Sam wandered into the cantina, surprised to see the pretty girl that had saved him the other day behind the bar.

"Oh...hey. I didn't realize you were a bartender," he said. Then he noticed the tiny dog running around. He took a step toward it, only to take a step back when it started barking at him.

"Is he yours?"

[thecheerleader]

"Unfortunately," Claire teased, peeking over the bar so that she could look at Mr. Muggles while she corrected him. "Hey, we do not bark at people here." She couldn't exactly keep him in line the way that her mom did, but she was still going to try.

She watched Mr. Muggles as he ran back to his place under the pool table and smiled. "I'm not really a bartender - my - I think the cantina followed my biological father here. I just figured we might as well get some use out of it." And Nathan had agreed...after a little arguing.

"Can I get you anything?"

[notantichrist]

"Uhm..." Sam mused as he stepped up to the bar and sat down. "Whiskey on the rocks?" he asked, leaning with his forearms on the bar. "And I just brought my brother's car," he joked.

[thecheerleader]

"I can do that," Claire nodded, grabbing a glass and turning it over, dropping in two pieces of ice. She was lucky he'd requested something that was self-explanatory because she'd feel like an idiot if she had to ask.

"Dean, right?" she said, remembering the name he'd repeated several times when he thought he was dying. "Why his car? Were you always after it before?" She found the whiskey and poured it into the glass, handing it to Sam. Being a bartender wasn't that hard. They even had peanuts.

[melakafray13]

Bored out of her skull, no lurks to poke, the vampire slayer from the future, Melaka Fray found herself wandering the city. Maybe an hour into her walk, she came across the Cantina. Despite the different time periods, Fray could spot a bar when she saw one and entered the building.

There was a middle-aged guy with dark hair, a taller guy with shaggy hair, and a little blonde, who'd deemed herself bartender. Mel didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop her from striding in like she owned the place, walking to a stool a good six, seven feet from the men, resting her forearms on the countertop.

Now, despite any real lack of parental guidance growing up, Mel knew not to enter a place and start demanding things, so she decided she'd wait until the blonde was willing to walk down to take her order, and she lowered her hand to the small bowl of peanuts in front of her, picking up a few nuts, tossing them into her mouth, chewing slowly.

[thecheerleader]

Claire noticed the woman when she walked in, but quickly worked to finish the drink that Nathan was helping her make before she excused herself to go over to greet her. She didn't want Nathan to get annoyed with her, stop what they were doing, and go back to working on his folder of 'plans'. He'd said he wanted to spend time with her, and while this may not have been what he was expecting, it was kind of nice.

"Hey," Claire said as she walked over to where the woman was seated, a distance away from Sam. "Can I get you something?" She wasn't sure that she'd be much help if the woman wanted something complicated. However, she was willing to try. She definitely thought she should get points for the effort.

[melakafray13]

Melaka shrugged, "I'm guessin', 'spite this place's magic 'porty powers, that, there ain't a bottle-a sack, anywhere. 'n I'm too lazy to get back up and make one at one of those toy hatch things, so just pour me a cup-a the hardest stuff ya got."

The slayer found herself rambling a little. She didn't ever do that. Especially around new people. Guess she was just excited at the chance to get drunk again. It took a lot, but there was no headache afterwards. There were perks to being a slayer. Not the slayer. Nope. She wasn't a special little snowflake anymore. There were two other slayers in Taxon.

"Please," Mel thought to add, flashing the girl a --only partially forced-- smile.

[thecheerleader]

"Sure," Claire returned the smile, but then had to rush over to Nathan to ask him what the hardest drink in the cantina was. It didn't take her long to sort through the bottles and find the Everclear. She didn't want to know why someone would willingly drink something so strong that her nose hated her for opening the bottle, but she poured a shot for the woman anyway.

"Everclear," she told her, wanting her to know that it was seriously hard alcohol, in case she decided that she would rather have something else. She wouldn't mind getting her another drink. "Here you go."